Sacrifices For Love (Soukoku)

XXIV

The ginger did quick work in holding the brunette tightly, shielding the both of them from the glitter bombardment. Chuuya narrowed his eyes, staring at the approaching figure as he felt the brunette squeeze to his side even more.

His fingers clenched into a fist as he readied an attack but was stunned when he saw Aiko enter the room without hesitation, glaring at the brunette. Before the ginger could react, the girl rushed to the brunette, pulling him forward, hand clenched as she mumbled something unintelligible. The brunette screamed in pain, collapsing onto the ground when he felt glitter burst his eyeball in half. 

The purple haired cursed out loud, kicking the brunette to the side as she snatched the necklace out of his hand who had fell limp on the ground. The brunette was now motionless and unresponsive, laying on their ground as if he was dead.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The ginger coldly said, hand wrapping around the girl's neck and lifting her off the ground. Aiko coughed as her hands tried to pry the other's grip off her neck, necklace once again dropping onto the ground.

"I-I'm the prince's fiancé. L-let m-me go right now."

The ginger's eyes narrowed even more, "I've never seen you in my life.

Aiko's eyes widened, "Y-you're the p-prince?"

"I am and that man you just glitter bombed is my future fiancé. Who are you actually?"

Noticing her grave mistake, the purple haired hastily said, "But everyone said he was an intruder. He nearly killed my guards."

"I beg to differ."

The crowd that was outside the room, heads peeping into the room as they gasped, muttering to each other. Just then, the guard from before that the brunette had assumed chickened out, came rushing in, "Dazai-dono!" 

The ginger glanced at the other coldly as the guard bravely nodded at him, helping to lift the unconscious brunette off the ground. He afterwards regarded the ginger, "Please forgive me for being late. I had arrived with backup but he was already gone. I'll take him to the infirmary immediately"

Chuuya hummed, "You're dead if anything happens to him."

The guard nodded, hastily making his way out of the crowd with the brunette. Everyone who was now guilty at accusing the brunette of being an intruder. One brave soul pushed the initial man who had accused the brunette forward before exclaiming, "Your highness It wasn't Princess Aiko's fault. It's his!"

The man cursed at that man as the ginger looked at him, seemingly contemplating as he gave mercy, dropping the girl onto the floor, bending down to pick up the necklace and glaring at the girl who had seemed to want to reach for it.

"Hands off, glitter princess. This is my fiancé's."

Aiko coughed and took in a large intake of air as she looked down the glitter stuck on the floor as she frowned, standing up and leaving the room hastily. The ginger let her go, he'll deal with her later.

The man was already begging for his life but he paid no mind, ordering one of the guards to throw him into the dungeon. He had to check on his lover. Right. Now.

However, he was stopped in his tracks when the crowd surrounded him, either apologising to him or asking him questions. It was ridiculous and foolish. They should be apologising to Dazai. 

He started to have a headache from all the overlapping voices and his worries as he allowed his shadow to surround him, making everyone back away in shock as he moved his way out of the crowd with ease. 

Everyone seemed to want to follow him. However, they were stopped when a wall of shadow blocked them as the ginger hastily made his way to the infirmary. It was empty to his surprise.

"Where's Dazai?" 

The doctor, who was frowning, looked away from his computer, "His injury is slightly sophisticated. I sent him to the other kingdom's doctor." 

The ginger sighed, he knew it was a bad idea for his father to allow ignorant new comers into the castle. He nodded goodbye at the doctor before ordering a transport vehicle to drive to the other kingdom, ready to apologise the hell out o the brunette's parents.